Tribal's original plus-size black T-shirt, wide-striped Korean army-green boardshorts, navy silver earrings, beige bandana tied back at the neck, narrow strips of leather cord wrapped around his right arm in N loops, and a silver walkman rocking on his chest ......
The black man grimaced and held out his hand to bump fists with me. I reached out my hand straight to his forehead, rubbing it while saying, old black, you do not have a fever, right? Today is the beginning of the new semester ah, on your dress, is not want to let the rhinoceros cut you to death ah? This guy is really burning up. I jumped up and hit him over the head with my school bag, saying you think you're Jay Chou! I said, "I think you're Jay Chou!" and ran upstairs, pulling him along with me. Once inside, I grabbed the black man's neck bandana and shouted, "Sister, quickly find a pair of pants for this cinderblock child, be late! The black man was stunned in the living room, like a puppet, by my sister and I peeled off the line.
The black man and I were really late. By the time we arrived at the classroom door, the homeroom teacher, Rhino, had already begun announcing the newly introduced disciplinary terms for the first semester of Senior 2. Before I could catch my breath, Rhino's razor-sharp gaze swept right over me. He angrily roared, you two again! There is still a bit of organization and discipline did not ...... halfway through the words, he suddenly as if he had discovered a new continent, around the black side, extremely exaggerated shouted, ah ah, you also wear earrings!
Got to, a hundred secret a slip, the credit is lost. What happened next is too gruesome to tell, but in short, the black man and I were caught by the rhino on the podium and reprimanded, just short of being put in cages and paraded around the school as a typical example of the new semester's serious disciplinary infractions. He said, dance, dance, jump out of the pattern ah, so big school is not enough for you to jump, last semester are running to the street to jump to go, there is no a student like it!
2
My name is Pei Chao, I am a B-Boy, black is my teammate, our group is called "Wind Shield". B-Boy is the abbreviation of Breakingboy, you can also call us street dance boy, or HIP-POP boy. Anyway, I consider myself a dancer, a dancer who loves street culture.
But Rhino thinks otherwise.
When I ordered my uniform last semester, I signed up for pants with a 2'4″ waist. Rhino said it was fat. I said it wasn't fat. He inexplicably stared at me halfway through the day and said Just your tiny little waist? I slyly hemmed and hawed a smile. The day the school uniform was issued, I and the black man ran directly to the toilet to change. After wearing it, the two high-fived and shouted COOL! The black man said adoringly, bandit you really strong ah, school uniform street dance equipment! I played a slides (slides) on the ground, feel super good, can not help but proudly said, the school is not allowed to wear strange clothes, we call this a trick. The black man was immediately interested, and ambled to do a handstand hand turn. Who knows, just when we forget to dance, rhinoceros suddenly carry pants from a small room came out, face is green. The result was predictable - another violent lecture!
After school, I was walking and digging through my bag for elbow pads and shoulder pads, and the black guy said, "What's wrong with street dancing, bandit, why are the teachers always so upset with us? I bit down on the corner of the sweatband and pulled hard with my left hand, tightening it on my arm. The ligaments were vaguely painful, in order to practice the "Float" movement of hand rotation, my right arm was injured several times. But I still won't give up, I want to make "Hand Spinning Windmill" my perfections (a B-Boy's best move)!
The blacks and I used to go to Sunshine Plaza to practice. There were a lot of students playing street sports, street dancing, skateboarding, rollerblading, and occasionally BMX flatland fancy bikes. I like that kind of relaxed, free, with individuality flaunted atmosphere, perhaps this is the charm of street culture.
When the blacks and I arrived at the plaza, we heard strong rap music from afar. As we approached, two B-Boys were showing off their dance moves, and a group of girls standing around them were screaming and clapping for them. One of the boys wearing a helmet was doing the Head-Spin, or head spin. By the time I saw him, he had already done 16 spins and was doing a pretty good job of it. Another was doing a "backspin," a circular motion of the feet in the air, which was also quite impressive.
The black man put his arm on my shoulder and said in admiration, "Masters, masters. I was so mesmerized that I couldn't help but move to the rhythm of the music. The boy doing the back spin stood up and gestured triumphantly at the girls, just as his eyes brushed mine. Probably because his attire revealed information, he walked right up to me and said provocatively, "Hey, do you want to "embarrass" a bit? He said, made an applejacks. "Awkward dance" is a special term for the challenge between B-Boys, and this applejacks is the most basic action in the awkward dance.
I froze, a little surprised. In fact, at the level the black guy and I were at right now, we were definitely outclassed. But then the girls around us screamed, and our opponents were already showing off their dance. The black man threw his schoolbag and pushed me violently, saying, "What are you waiting for, you can't afford to fall in front of so many MMs!
The atmosphere exploded in an instant, with hip-pop tunes cranked up to maximum volume and a couple of roller-skating kids shouting along with the girls. The restlessness in me was violently lifted, and my blood boiled.
A 2vs2 dance-off began.
3
"UFO," "Brush Head Windmill," "Helicopter," "Python " ...... each other changed moves frequently, all with a 4-star difficulty level. The black guys and I weren't doing very difficult ones, but our coordination and understanding was much better than theirs. For a while, the 4 older boys danced and danced, causing the crowd to applaud constantly.
Toward the end of the set, I subconsciously did the "hand turn windmill," wanting to have a nice finish. But at the moment of the second change of hand support, I heard a sound of my right arm, and then I fell to the ground. There was a gasp from the crowd as I rolled on the ground holding my right shoulder. The blacks rushed to stop and help me, but I could no longer move. Just then, someone pushed through the crowd and ran over, eagerly saying, Pei Chao! Are you alright? Ah? I looked up, actually is the class teacher rhino!
With his girlfriend shopping rhinoceros hidden in the crowd, watching his students and other people dance, and the injured carried to the hospital, all settled, immediately changed a very serious face. I lie aggrieved in the hospital bed, while gritting my teeth by the doctor stretching noodles generally pulling the arm, while listening to the rhino reprimand.
He said, street dance has to go on the street? I said, must D. He said, the main task in high school is to study, the university is the ultimate goal, other hobbies have to be pressed first. If you want to go crazy, you have to go crazy after the college entrance exam, okay? I said, that day will be very pale D. He also said, the next semester can not get the top 10, waiting for your father to beat you to jump it. I didn't dare to squeak. My parents are away for many years, and do not know that I play street dance thing, rhino if really report a news, I will be ruined.
After my arm recovered, I started to get depressed. In any case, I became a Burned (the B-Boy who gets beat at awkward dancing). All summer long, I practiced that once-failed move over and over again. As a B-Boy, I would never just be willingly defeated. When the semester started, I accidentally found out that the two boys we were dancing awkwardly with were actually the senior brothers of our school. This excited both me and the black guy, and we decided that one day, we would get back the face we had dropped on the floor!
After that, I put more energy into practicing the dance and kept increasing the difficulty of the training, vowing to get my revenge. As the saying goes, kung fu is not enough, and finally one weekend, the black man and I took care of those two senior brothers beautifully. In the next few matches, we won and lost to each other, and then the four of us simply merged to form a team. Soon, Wind Shield became a popular B-Boy group in the city. Whenever we were out on the streets, there were always a lot of fans following us.
I smiled in triumph at the overwhelming adoration of the growing number of MMs.
4
But not for long, I couldn't laugh anymore.
On my midterm exams, my grade plummeted from 14th to just outside the 50th percentile. Rhino didn't take it easy on me and mercilessly called my old man. My father, who had flown back from the south with a furious look on his face, rewarded me with a belt that night. Physical pain I can still carry, B-Boy, who has not been in the process of learning to dance this and that kind of injury ah. However, the most painful thing is not these - Pops learned that I am because of street dance to waste school, angry smashed all my street dance tutorial CDs.
Damned rhinos! After my father left, I transferred all my full-blown resentment to my homeroom teacher. I started not handing in my homework, and I deliberately wrote wrong on the usual quizzes when I knew I could. I packed fewer and fewer books in my bag, and as soon as school was over, I rummaged through my metal bracelets and fat boardshorts to change into them, and ran down the street to dance awkwardly with people.
But the results of rebellion are often less flavorful than the word itself. First, two of my brothers quit Wind Shield, saying that it was time to focus on the college entrance exams. The latter was more important to them: street dance or college. Then, even the black guy betrayed me. He gave in to Rhino's "salvation" and parental pressure and said he would give up hip-pop for the time being.
That day, I practiced alone in Sunshine Plaza until the crowds thinned out. After completing a continuous movement, I sat down on the ground tiredly. The dim plaza lights shone down, stretching my shadow. The sounds around me dimmed, and for the first time I felt so alone in my street dance.
I don't know when, there was one more person by my side. He tapped me on the shoulder and bent his knees in a crouch. It was Rhino. I knew you were here, he said, go back with your teacher. I looked up at him and saw a pair of eyes full of concern. My nose couldn't help but get a little sore. He also said, "I'll make you a promise, before you go up to the third grade, as long as your grades go up, I'll organize a big dance party for you.
This evening, I obediently followed him, like a lost child.
Winter break came quickly, and instead of going back to dance, I went to my teacher's house every day to catch up on my homework. When the second semester of high school began, my grades improved. Although I still listened to hip-pop for a while every day, my mind was already tucked in peacefully. During the midterm exam, I made it into the top 30. I'm still continuing to work hard for my TOP 10 goal.
But in some active corner of my heart, I was looking forward to a dance show bash.
5
After the final exams were over, we took a vacation to wait for the grades while we vacated the exam rooms for the high school students.
Early in the morning of July 10, the black man suddenly called, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he shouted hysterically: bandits, hurry to Rhino's house! I thought something had happened, rushed over in a panic. Just entered the door, rhinoceros rushed up ferociously, a hold me. I was shocked, trembling, said, teacher ...... Don t you have a girlfriend? Besides ...... I am a boy oh.
He didn't pay any attention to my set, excitedly said, two news! The first, the final results came out, you took the 8th place! The second, tomorrow night in the Sunshine Plaza held the city's first street dance competition, I gave the "Wind Shield" enrollment! This is the party your teacher promised you!
Oh, my God, it's all so sudden! I was dumbfounded by the happiness and stared blankly. Rhino poked me and said, "What are you thinking about? Hurry back to prepare ah! I only then came to my senses, owl pulled on the black man and ran. We quickly got in touch with the two brothers, they did well in the exams, heard that there is a competition is also exceptionally excited. With one day to go, the four of them nervously began choreographing their routines.
Overnight, an open-air stage was set up in Sunshine Plaza. Dazzling slide effects, the powerful rhythms of hip-pop music, and 10 B-Boy groups dressed in hip-hop outfits with different styles made up the brightest spot on the night!
With a powerful rap music, my teammates and I came out in full costume. We adopted the Newschool style of street dance, incorporating quasi-level 4 difficulty moves and storytelling choreography, with a great overall visual and rhythmic feel. Despite not having practiced for a long time, the 4 of us worked quite well together. Rhino stood in the front row and his hands were swollen from clapping. When I ended the show with a beautiful hand-twisting windmill plus Tombstone (feet together, body in an L-shape), the room erupted!
We danced the most dazzling steps with our youthful and proud bodies, and we witnessed the most flamboyant self of the personality-filled generation with a carnival feast of street-dancing teenagers! Jay Chou's new song "My place" rang, the music melody and lyrics, as if for us this carnival made:
In my place this you have to listen to me
The music harvest with the hearing to find happiness
Started in the carving of my personal characteristics
Future is difficult to predict adhere to the current choice
In my place this you have to listen to my
The beat is inviting me to make out with the street
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